Fading
fast into a memory.Staging
yet another fantasy.Props
in place. View finder set.A
feel of excitation comes, and yet -something
that's essential is still missing.Sitting
on the sofa, firelight blinking.Release
is planned, but still,it
doesn't touch the depth whereloving
feelings fly.

The
sight of flesh is surface deep, at best.Enhanced
by touch, the emotion aroused.Where
does it go...?It
seems to flow so far away from you.Change
scenes, the evening ends.You
close the door and find theloneliness
was waiting in the wings.

Porcelain
fixtures, too spotlessly clean.You
worked so hard to build the dream.How
quickly all the dust and grime appear.Once
welcomed - every sense of drawing near.But
now, you're glad the evening had to end.You
look inside to find the paper fences are in flames.The
ash becomes another window frame.Where
once again you view the love -across
the distance gained.

Imagined
bridges cross the spanof
documents that couldn't plan ahead.They
never quite could reach the other side.An
emptiness surrounds the bridal bed.You
cry at night, instead of sleep.The
imaging had grown that deep inside.Idols,
nick-nacks, smashed apart.Pictures
taken in the park are burned.For
suddenly, you know they won't return.Your
home becomes mere wood and stone.Too
soon, too soon, the loving left youall
alone again...